Call of the Wild...

Lately, I’ve had this nagging hunger
A craving to see Alaska or what’s up yonder
Out there, the air is refreshing and intoxicating they say
In their domain, grizzly bears and other wildlife roam freely all day

To the port of Seattle, we must go
To drive or not to drive-that-we did not know
With tom, tom, to the rescue, what a piece of cake
One week of driving was all it would take

A road trip from our home in the Southeast Atlantic
Across mountainous terrain of the old west to the Pacific
Along the way, were Mt. Rushmore, and other monumental sites
At Yellowstone, old faithful erupted; its steam floating away like kites

Cruising through the inside passage aboard the Golden Princess
Chunks of blue icebergs floated by in excess
A mile or two down Tracy Arm Fijord, north of Canada’s Victoria
A glimpse of the North Sawyer Glacier had us floored with euphoria

Back at home, a paradigm shift is now in motion
To move out west; to answer the call of the wild, a daily notion
Leave or stay, a part of me will always remain
In all those places I belong... forever flowing through my veins